Of course, all of this is lost on the deluded Mr. Blair, who while bleating about carbon footprints and all that other bullshit is very happy to jet about making short speeches about essentially nothing for large sums of money. He has made a mint – and for what? Leading this country into what has become the biggest recession this side of 1929, leaving us under the command of an unelected nincompoop, and tarnishing British history with a litany of lies and meaningless soundbites.

I often speak of wanting to cave certain heads in with blunt instruments, and in fairness a lot of this is angry bluster; however as far as Blair is concerned I would happily make the most of any opportunity to breach his expensive security cordon. Of course, the very fact that it costs so much to protect this crooked bastard suggests that I am not the only one who would very much like to do a “Berlusconi” on him – though preferably with a very pointy metal replica of Big Ben.

Given that my ramblings on this blog have probably alerted the authorities by now under some ridiculous clause of some obscure anti-terrorist legislation, it may well be that some police resource has now been allocated to watching my every move just in case I happen to buy a replica model of Big Ben or stock up on saltpetre. And to the person who is burgled tonight and had to wait because there are “no officers available” to answer their call, I sincerely apologise in advance.